Vote No on Brain Cancer
I am so thoroughly not a fan of this. I want it to be over. Being thrust in and out of such intense situations is really difficult. I came upstairs to make my dinner and my uncle came out to tell me that my dad was upset.
"He's really distraught and just crying and really upset."
So I went to his room and joined Tim on the bed. I put my hand on the left side of his chest (because we think he can't feel his right side anymore) and told him everything would be OK. He looked over at me and cried. Zack came in and held his hand; my dad looked up at him and cried. We all told him it would be OK; that everything is fine; that he'd given us everything we need; that we were all there for him. He sighed and cried and sighed some more. Then he said, "OK!" and turned over to go to sleep.
And seconds later I'm back in the kitchen making myself a cheese sandwich.
Oh yeah, fucking awesome.
"He's really distraught and just crying and really upset."
So I went to his room and joined Tim on the bed. I put my hand on the left side of his chest (because we think he can't feel his right side anymore) and told him everything would be OK. He looked over at me and cried. Zack came in and held his hand; my dad looked up at him and cried. We all told him it would be OK; that everything is fine; that he'd given us everything we need; that we were all there for him. He sighed and cried and sighed some more. Then he said, "OK!" and turned over to go to sleep.
And seconds later I'm back in the kitchen making myself a cheese sandwich.
Oh yeah, fucking awesome.